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Special effects may be lacking, but vintage horror films still manage to keep our palms sweating and blood pumping; a look back at retro horror films, stories, books and characters that prove everything is scarier in black and white.
That Same Old Refrain
Misery or Missouri. I'm sure there's a bad pun there. As two local boys with long-established heritage in the state, we knew better than most how easily small town existenz can chew you up and spit you out. Strum, strum, strum, strum, strum, The strumming reverberated from the banjo upon my father's lap through the floorboards to my soul. ingratiating into me a sense of ... Nothingness. Seems I hear those banjos playin' once again, Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, That same old plaintive strain. As boys we felt the growing strain of Arrow Rock living. Moonshine tainted blood passed from generations supped on from the Ozarks. Hear that mournful melody, It just haunts you the whole day long, And you wander in dreams back to heaven, it seems, When you hear that old time song. Recounted and recalled as. Something like naustalgea. Hush-a-bye ma baby, go to sleep on Mommy's knee, Journey back to paradise in dreams again with me; It seems like your Mommy is there once again, Even after she disappeared in Marvel Cave or was it Taberville Prairie. Memories are so fickle, so lost on plaintive strain of existenz. And the old folks were strummin' that same old refrain. Binaurally as we waved hush-a-bye to our childhood Thomas looked like Mommy did. Then. Nothingness. Too late. Too beyond. I was once. Aware. But awarenez dissolved. Way down in Missouri where I learned this lullaby, When the stars were blinkin' and the moon was climbin' high, And I hear Mammy Cloe, as in days long ago, Singin' hush-a-bye.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Horror
The Secret Tunnel Beneath the Town That Everyone Pretended Didn’t Exist
Some towns hide scandals. Some hide tragedies. Eldham hid something older—something no one alive wanted to talk about. Travelers always felt it the moment they arrived. The town had friendly faces, warm lights, and welcoming porches, but a certain street—Crescent Lane—felt colder than the rest, like a part of Eldham had been frozen in time.
By The Insight Ledger about a month ago in Horror
When the Past Calls for a Ride: Ghost Passengers of the Tōhoku Tsunami
A Disaster That Still Echoes It’s been nearly five years since the devastating Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami struck Japan on March 11, 2011. The magnitude 9.0 quake triggered a massive wave that reached 133 feet in some places and pushed more than 6 miles inland.
By Areeba Umairabout a month ago in Horror
THE FIVE DOORS THAT NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN OPENED
~By Caelum, Night Archivist of the Veil~ Most cops think the worst thing you can find at a crime scene is blood. They’re wrong... The worst thing is a question. A question with teeth. A question that refuses to let you sleep. Some cases don’t end when you file the report. They stay with you. They lean over your bed at night. They breathe behind you in empty rooms.
By Veil of Shadowsabout a month ago in Horror
Episode IV – Apex Mammals: Kings of Teeth and Territory
On land, the food chain doesn’t end with claws. It ends with decisions. Apex mammals don’t just kill because they’re hungry. They kill to defend territory. To establish dominance. To teach and too send a message.
By Veil of Shadowsabout a month ago in Horror
The Last Transmission from Flight 729
By Abdul Hadi The Last Transmission from Flight 729 No one expected Flight 729 to become a ghost story. It was a routine commercial flight—Miami to San Juan, full of families beginning vacations, couples taking anniversary trips, and a quiet pilot named Captain Elias Ward who had flown the route over a thousand times. Weather forecast: clear enough. Nothing unusual.
By Abdul Hadiabout a month ago in Horror
